When you hear the phrase “quality of life,” it usually drums up some sort of terminal health scenario.
The line for the women’s bathroom stretched onto the stairway. If I were at a theme park, the wait time would probably be upwards of 25 minutes. I held the empty Diet Coke cup in my hand, just in case me or the poor very pregnant woman in line ahead of us couldn’t old it […]
Note: First, This post contains graphic imagery. If surgical photos make you queasy, this is not for you. Prior to seeing me in the recovery room, I firmly believe that Andy had no idea what was happening to me. “What’s this totally elective, not at all serious thing my wife has gotten herself into this […]
Note: First, This post contains graphic imagery. If surgical photos make you queasy, this is not for you. Also, I apologize in advance if this post seems choppy or hard to follow. It has been written in 30 minute increments over the last few days, under heavy pain medication while lying flat on my back. It has been six days since […]
All my friends are piles deep into KonMari’ing their lives. Piles of clothes and clutter they no longer need. I am not doing that. Honestly, I’m not purging my closets and desk drawers, because I’ve already purged my closets and desk drawers. I used to mentally anguish over what I would grab in case of […]
I mean, I put the matches down. And I’m here. So that counts. I’m not crying (as much) anymore. I’m not checking the time on my phone and calculating how far into my post-uterine life I am supposed to be. I’m just… here. Waiting. I have no answers to offer you. We have two roads […]